He texted: [Violet! Is playing hide and seek fun? I don't care where you are, come home right now!]
He got up, said goodbye to Wade, and left directly.
I followed him into the car, sitting in the passenger seat as I used to.
It happened a long time ago when I sat in this seat last time.
To my surprise, he actually received a reply from "me," just one word: [Okay.]
With a gasp of the accelerator, the car shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
Ken pushed the door open with a frown.
Dust flew in, and it was clear to anyone that no one had been back here for a long time.
But Ken didn't care and stormed in furiously.
As soon as he entered, he was stunned.
The living room was in disarray, the dining table was overturned, and glass shards were scattered all over the floor.
I couldn't help but feel heartbroken; it was still the same as the day I was taken away.
Ken squatted down and gently moved the debris on the floor with his hand.
He froze suddenly, his eyes wide open.
Among the clutter was a necklace with a round pendant engraved with two letters: [LM.]
It was Lily's necklace, which I accidentally broke off from her neck during the struggle.